"But i thought the train was going to be High Speed Mr Jones?!"
"Don't blame me Mrs Davies, the Primeminster has diverted all the money to the constituents of Tunbridge Wells"
"What have you got to say about it Ivor? I bet your disappointed your not getting that new engine you were promised so you can reach the sunlit uplands eh?"
"Churrrrch Co Churrrch Co...Churrrch"
An so... Mr Davies returned home, she never saw her son in London again, as she died the next day when the aerated concrete roof of the village school collapsed, as the Headmistress of the school she was loved and respected by all. A day after her death OSTED arrived and branded her school Inadequate.
Mr Jones and Ivor went back to their dilapidated shed, at speed not exceeding 20MPH because of the wobbly track and wondered what it would be like to live in Tunbrige Wells.
That night Mr Jones curled up and slept inside Ivors firebox, because since splitting with his wife Carol (after she'd run off with Rhys the Butcher) Mr Jones couldn't afford to buy a house or rent a flat.
That night Mr Jones fell into a deep sleep, he dreamed of the village baker Miss Myfanwy Evans, her Bara brith the juicest in the valleys. As Mr Jones dreamed, Myfanwy was standing, legs akimbo, shoveling coal into Ivor's firebox, Mr Jones had never seen such a lovely sight.
Ivor at full steam, Myfanwy by his side, as they race through the sunlit uplands, flying down the tracks at high speed, a sign whizzed past
....Tunbridge Wells... it said.
THE END